Phadrig stood at one side facing the east.

Then he spread his hands out above the rose, and said slowly: "Earth feeds, sun warms, and air refreshes: wherefore grow, rose, that the power of the Greater Knowledge may be manifested, and that those who believed not before may now see and believe." He raised his hands with a spreading movement and, to the utter amazement of every one except Franklin Marmion, who now saw that this man certainly had approached to within measurable distance of the borderland which he had himself so lately crossed--wherefore in his eyes there was nothing at all marvellous in anything he had done--the leaves on the sprig grew rapidly out into branches as the main stem increased in height and thickness, red and white buds appeared under the leaves and swelled out into full blooms with a rapidity that would have been quite incredible if a hundred keen eyes had not been watching the marvel so closely; and within ten minutes a fine rose-bush, some three feet high, loaded with red and white and creamy blossoms, stood where Merrill had planted the sprig.
After the first gasps of astonishment there arose quite a chorus of requests from the younger members of Phadrig's audience for a rose to keep in memory of the marvel they had seen; but he shook his head, and said with a smile of deprecation: "I regret that it is not possible for me to grant what you ask.

For your own sakes I cannot do it.

If I gave you those roses they would never fade, and it might be that those who possessed them would never die.

Far be it from me to curse you with such a terrible gift as immortality on earth." The gravely, almost sadly spoken words fell upon his hearer's ears like so many snowflakes.